“In time,” I add as he nods. His jaw clicks before a smile appears on his face. “Of course baby,” something about his tone irritates me, but I put it down to whatever pressure Ansel is putting him through. Whilst Ansel is alpha and leads the pack, Braden basically runs it for him, ensuring everything is taken care of. I still see the faint bruises on his knuckles, something that should have healed with his wolf. He told me there wasn’t a fight, but I can’t think what else would have caused this … not even training would result in these kinds of bruises.
The nurse comes in, taking some of my blood before she gives me some meds. My eyes grow heavy as I sink back into my pillow. “Sleep baby, I’ll be here when you wake up,” Braden purrs, kissing the tip of my pointed nose as I slip into a deep sleep. Visions of our wedding flutter through my mind.
“I do,” Braden says, squeezing my hand in his. He looks dashing in his dark grey suit and tie, Ansel conducts our ceremony wearing all black and Gaia is one of my bridesmaids in a blush pink silk dress. My own is fitted to my slim body with a large skirt that poofs out and lace overlay on the top with a large veil. I feel like a princess.
My heart jumps in excitement as I stare at Braden. His eyes never leave mine as I feel my palms sweat taking the ring and placing it on his finger. I just about whisper the words, my nerves getting the best of me as I whisper, “I do.” Braden beams, his face lighting up as if he didn’t realise this day would actually come and pulls me into a kiss as he moulds me to his body. I hear the cheers and claps of the pack as Gaia scatters flower petals over us as Braden and I break apart. He keeps a tight grip on my waist, as I feel almost dizzy with glee.
We walk out the front of the pack house as flowers fall over us as someone takes our picture; the flash hurting my eyes. Braden never leaves my side and I barely hear his promises of what the night will bring in my ear as everyone congratulates us. The rest of the day goes by in a blur and my cheeks ache from smiling and laughing so much.
Gaia and I dance with the rest of the guests for most of the evening before Braden pulls me from her grasp and whisks me across the dance floor. “My beautiful wife,” he purrs in my ear and he twirls me on the floor. Tonight will be our first night together. I wasn’t ready when we first got together, and Braden respected my decision to wait.
Then when we became engaged, he told me it will be best to wait until we are married for the night to be even more special. It was a little disappointing at first, but when I really thought about it, I knew he was right. I felt a flutter in my belly as he spun me again before drawing me close and tugging my back to his chest as we swayed in time to the music.
“Sometimes I look at you and still can’t believe this day came that you said yes.” he twirls me again as I smile before he pulls me close place a swift kiss on my lips. “Oh, why is that? Did you think someone else would claim me for themselves?” Even though I tease, his lips form a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“I’m kidding Braden. I’ve always been yours,” he smiles, then kissing the tip of my nose. “I’m glad you won’t believe how much it means to me that I’m your first,” he whispers, so no one else will hear, making me blush.
“Braden, stop,” he smirks as his hand slides down my spine until it sits dangerously low on my back. My breath hitches as he brushes his nose against my ear. “Let’s get out of here,” he purrs, pulling my body closer as my throat goes dry as I swallow back, nodding. Even as he leads me through the crowd parting, wishing us well, my stomach flips and my breath hitches.
When we sit in the car, he turns to look at me with an intense look that has me pressing my thighs together. “You really are beautiful,” he muses more to himself than to me. I see his eyes focus on my lips as he leans across the space, the driver pulling away as he places a soft kiss on my lips. It’s unhurried, sweet, as if he is memorising my taste.Heat takes over my body, flooding my senses as it pounds in my veins, and before I know it, I am pushing Braden back into his seat as I hike my dress up so I can straddle his legs with a confidence I wasn’t expecting for my first time. Somehow it just feels right. I go to kiss him once more as he watches me with that burning intensity. “Have you done this before?” he asks, an edge to his voice as I stop halting my movements as I lean back on his legs, looking at him. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.“No … I just-” he frowns at me as he adjusts me on his legs so our bodies are flush together. I feel his hardness stir beneath me as I
Braden leads me to where we are staying. Our new home. I had hoped we would go away for our honeymoon, but Braden said he wanted us to create our best memories where we live, not somewhere else. As I step inside for the first time, I take in my surroundings. I can’t really see much of the place, as it is covered in dark red flower petals and candles. “Braden …” he smiles, lifting me into his arms as he begins to walk me through the huge place until he walks us into the bedroom.The faint flickering light dances off the walls as every surface is covered in petals. The scent of roses hanging heavy in the air. I watch as he shrugs off his jacket, releasing his tie, his muscles flexing beneath the fabric of his shirt until layer after layer they pool at the floor. When he pulls out his belt, his eyes gleaming, his slacks sitting low on his hips my eyes don’t know where to look with how handsome he is.“Take off your dress Claudia,” my gaze shifts back to his as I realise I have just been
I had a procedure to remove the baby, and after three days of tests, observations, and taking blood, I was finally ready to leave. My mind wandered to the handsome stranger I had met that fateful night. I was so sure it had been real, but after all my time in the hospital, it felt like a distant dream. Even my wolf couldn’t be sure anymore.Everyone kept telling me I had fallen, the impact jarring the baby. As a result, when I walked home... well, I know how it ended. Braden helped me shower at the hospital. His touches were soothing and gentle as he helped me wash my hair and bathe. He was so kind that I felt tears well up as the hot spray warmed my back. I had wanted to give him a child more than anything. He would never say it, but I felt as if I had disappointed him somehow. Despite his care, I found his touch distant. When he turned me to face him, he looked detached."It's probably his own way of coping with the loss," I thought. Everyone responds differently. Maybe he’ll feel b
Gaia responded swiftly, and I headed downstairs, slipping on my heels. I debated driving but decided to walk. The last time I walked, things didn’t go well, but I shook off the feeling and started toward the orphanage. Gaia helped out there often, always reminding me how important it was to remember those who are often forgotten.As soon as I reached the door, Gaia burst through with a beaming smile. “You made it!” Her golden hair flowed around her face, braided and clipped by the kids, no doubt. She looked stunning in her tailored suit, though I could see the kids' handprints in paint on her sleeves.“Come inside, it’s freezing,” she said, ushering me in.The lump in my throat grew as I saw the children running around, laughing and playing. This had been a terrible idea.“Do you mind holding Charlotte?” Gaia asked, already running to organize the kids for storytime. Mechanically, I nodded and took the one-year-old in my arms. She sucked her fingers and looked at me inquisitively.Gai
When I arrived back at the house, it was dark. The eerie quietness of the large home greeted me, the grand halls and high ceilings making it feel even more empty. I took a deep breath, my heels clicking against the stone floor as I made my way inside.Braden’s office door was shut, a thin line of light glowing from underneath. I paused, wondering if I should knock or if it was better to give him more space. The memory of his distant touch in the hospital played in my mind, and my chest tightened. I hadn’t felt connected to him since we lost the baby, but I also hadn’t really tried to break through the wall he’d built around himself.Steeling my nerves, I approached the door and knocked lightly.“Come in,” his voice called out, muffled but firm.I pushed the door open to find him sitting at his desk, papers scattered around him, his laptop open and glowing on the surface. He glanced up briefly, his eyes tired but composed.“You’re back,” he said, not unkindly, but not warmly either.“Y
Two weeks have passed, and Braden seems married to his office. I’ve tried everything—giving him space, talking to Gaia, even heading into the office to drag him out for food or sleep.Worse, not only does he leave me alone every night to cry myself to sleep, but he also won’t tell me what’s going on with the pack. I’m his wife; we don’t keep secrets from each other. After many futile attempts and receiving only one-word responses or grunts, I’m going to try something I know has never failed to get his attention before.Up in the bedroom, I’m wearing my black lace robe. My black hair cascades down to my waist as I apply my signature red lipstick. My eyes still hold dark circles underneath, but I can’t go through this alone. I need him. I dust a light blush over my freckles and apply mascara to my clear blue eyes. Under the robe, I’m wearing the matching black lace set I know Braden likes—he’s asked me to wear it often enough.Heading downstairs to the kitchen, I grab two wine glasses a
Unable to stay in the house a minute longer, both for shame and for something else I don’t want to think about in too much detail, I’m grateful when I hear my phone beep. It’s Gaia, asking if I can help her with the kids at the orphanage as she’s not feeling well. I quickly send her a message, checking if she’s okay. She replies that she’s fine, just going for some checkups because she thinks she might be pregnant. A pang shoots through my chest at her words, but I manage to wish her congratulations.Even nearly a month later, I’m still struggling to cope with the loss. Although, it feels like I lost more than just the baby that day.Pushing away the dark thoughts, I quickly dress, ensuring I look presentable. A white shirt, tailored slacks, my hair pinned up, and my signature red lipstick. I look like me, but as I gaze in the mirror, I wonder when I’ll feel like myself again.Descending the old, creaky stairs, I hover near Braden’s closed office door. My hand rises to knock, tempted
I can feel the hush of voices in the air, a quiet buzz that fills my ears and begs me to listen. Despite knowing it’s not right, I can’t resist the pull to eavesdrop.My breaths come slow and shallow as I inch closer, my ears straining to make out the words floating through the air. But as I peer through the narrow crack, my heart is pierced with a sharp sting of betrayal. The bitter taste of shock and hurt spreads across my tongue as I see Braden standing just inches away from... Gaia?The sight is like a punch to the gut, leaving me reeling.My eyes widen in disbelief as I struggle to comprehend what I am seeing. Worse, I notice that Braden has her face cupped in his hand, his thumb dragging along her lower lip in a way that is far too intimate. The two of them are locked in a deep, intense gaze, completely oblivious to anyone else around them.I can’t make out Gaia’s face as she is turned to face him as they gaze at each other. I jump back, far too shocked to even process what I’m
Epliogue Part 2Thirty Years LaterToday is the day Grey finally moves out of the castle. My youngest is ready to explore the world on his own. None of the other kids have moved far, not really. But this feels different. This is him leaving. He won’t be under our roof anymore. And even though we have centuries together, it doesn’t make this any easier. My heart still aches at the thought of his absence echoing through the halls.What doesn’t help is the fact that Gaia and I both believe his mate is her daughter, Summer. Which means he’ll be hours away from us, living at the New Moon Pack. Gaia and Reid are thrilled at the idea. Honestly, I sometimes suspect Gaia’s been nudging fate with her magic… except her spells have no effect on Summer, and Grey never seems to react to any of Gaia’s not-so-subtle hints that they should mark each other.Summer and Grey have been inseparable since they were little. Every year, we’d spend the summers with the New Moon Pack, or Gaia, Reid, and Summer w
Epilogue Ten Years LaterThose years with Braden feel like nothing more than a distant memory. There was a time I couldn’t imagine being happy or free like I am now. That’s not to say the nightmares don’t still come—those nights I jolt awake in a cold sweat, heart racing, lungs gasping for air as if I’m still trapped in that hell. But all it takes is a glance into the storm-grey eyes of my mate, and the past fades like smoke. I’m here. I’m safe. It’s over.The last ten years pass in a blur. It’s only when our son arrives that I truly feel the weight of all the children I lost. Pregnancy, as joyful as it is, terrifies me. I dread something going wrong, haunted by the possibility that Braden’s poisons still lurk in my blood, waiting to strike. That's really when the nightmares came once again. The birth is… intense. I’d like to say it went smoothly. But Leo, on the other hand? I see clumps of his thick dark hair littering the hospital floor by the time the nurse is telling me to push.
Things are finally settling down and becoming normal again. Leo and I work hard, but we play hard too. It’s exactly how I always pictured my life would be when I was younger—only now, it’s my reality.“There you are, baby. I’ve been looking for you.”I’d know that voice anywhere. Every hair on my arms and along my neck prickles to attention. My stomach drops.“No… no, you’re dead.” I whisper because it's the only thing that makes sense. I spin around, heart thundering in my chest. He stands there—Braden—his dark blue eyes gleaming with a sinister glint, his wolfish grin carved across his face like a predator who’s already won. I know that look too well now. Nothing good comes from that look. He strolls toward me, each step slow, measured, powerful. I stumble backward until the wall presses into my spine. My breath stutters. It doesn’t make sense. He’s dead.He stops just in front of me, reaching out to toy with a strand of my hair. His fingers are deceptively gentle until they tight
I feel a squeeze on my hand as silence creeps in, thick and heavy like a storm about to break. Even Erin glances our way, her eyes narrowing as if she can see straight through me—like there’s a neon sign on my forehead flashing the word Lycan.The crowd shifts subtly, a ripple through the mass of bodies. I follow it with my eyes until I see him—a man at the back moving with unnatural smoothness, like a shadow cutting through the haze of murmurs and hushed breathing. One of the guards. I recognize him; he usually works the front gate, stopping intruders from ever getting this far.He’s coming closer. Step by step.My pulse thunders in my ears.Should I pull Claudia behind me? Should I shift? Should I fight?I count the seconds, heart pounding, my beast snarling just under the surface. Claudia’s grip tightens on my hand—iron strong. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.The man climbs the stairs to stand before us. My beast pushes forward, hackles rising, claws itching to tear through
We’ve called a pack meeting, and nerves twist in my gut like a coiled serpent. Claudia told me to come clean—about who I really am. It’s not that I don’t want to. This has been my pack for years; it’s my home. I know these people. I trust them. They’ve had my back through everything. But knowing I’m a lycan means other packs might come for us. They always do. No one likes someone stronger, faster, who heals quicker than the rest. Envy breeds discontent, and I don’t want to paint a target on my back—not when we’ve finally found peace. Not when we are about to have a family. At the same time, we need to explain what’s happened—why Gaia and Reid have left the Blood Moon pack, and why we’ve both been missing for the last few weeks. I’m getting ready now, trying to tame my hair from where Claudia’s fingers pulled at it through the night. I smooth down my shirt, ensuring it’s pressed just right before tightening my belt.Claudia appears in the doorway, her long, dark hair cascading like in
She sucks me deep, taking me into her throat with a moan that vibrates through my entire body. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive head, lapping up the precum already leaking from me. Her hand works in perfect rhythm with her mouth, pumping and twisting as she sucks me off like it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted to do.“Fuck, love,” I growl, my hands tangling in her hair as I thrust into her mouth, fucking her face with a desperation that matches her own. She gags slightly but doesn’t pull away, taking every inch of me like a fucking champion. The heat of her throat squeezes me, and the pressure coils tight in my gut, my balls heavy and aching.But she’s not done yet.She pulls off my cock with a wet pop, her lips swollen and shining with spit as she crawls up my body. Her tits brush against my chest, soft and maddening, leaving streaks of heat on my skin. She kisses me deep, and I taste myself on her tongue—salty, musky, and so fucking her. She reaches between us, guiding my co
We make it back to the Blood Moon pack in record time. Claudia falls asleep early into the car journey, with Erin joining her shortly after. Erin snores the entire way home, the sound sharp and grating, but it keeps me awake.It may have taken us a long time to get here, but I know now—nothing is going to come between us again. We are having a pup. Something I hadn’t dared to dream of, especially so soon. After everything Claudia has been through—every miscarriage, every tear, every ounce of pain—I had no expectations. I was happy just having the two of us for a while. But now? Now, everything is different.It does put a slight hitch in my plans, though. I need to check the library to see if it’s still possible. I want to change Claudia into a lycan. It’s a grueling process and there are risks, but after the time I spent away from her—after how Braden altered her mind so she no longer recognized me—I can’t risk anything like that happening again. More than anything, I want time with h
The BBQ goes well — the pack loves Gaia, and maybe they always have. She’s been here from the beginning, after all. She is one of them. With Reid by her side, I know that whatever lingering trauma she carries, he will be there to catch her if she stumbles. The two of them are annoyingly cute together.Leo’s arms are wrapped around me as the five of us settle into the quieter part of the garden, drinks in hand, our bellies full — probably more than full. I swear we’ve eaten twice our body weight. The smell of smoked herbs and charred vegetables still hangs in the air, making my mouth water despite the feast. And I’m eating for two now, so there’s always room. At least that is my excuse.“I think I’m going to like it here,” Reid muses, scratching his chin. Gaia is draped lazily across his lap, gazing at him like he’s hung the moon itself. He toys with her wild hair, curling it around his fingers, and the two of them look so achingly content it almost feels like we’re intruding.“I guess
There is a pack BBQ being set up in the garden of the Alpha mansion. The intricate bushes, towering trees, blooming flowers, and the gentle trickle of the pond all add to the loveliness of the day, but there is a hum beneath it, something stirring beneath the surface. To my surprise, Gaia is already in the thick of it, directing where the marquee and BBQ station are to be placed. She even has a few guards digging up part of the garden for a hog roast, their shovels biting into the earth with sharp, rhythmic thuds. There’s a pep in her step as she waltzes through the preparations, her eyes scanning every detail to make sure the decorations are just to her liking.I can’t help but wonder if everyone in the pack is secretly relieved now that Braden is gone — or if Gaia is using her persuasion magic to ease them into the transition. I can’t be sure. The energy feels too smooth, too compliant. But perhaps I am overthining it. When she spots me walking across the lawn, she runs toward me,